Detective Ania

"Doctor Lloyd, you've worked hard today!"

After saying goodbye to his colleagues, the smile on the corner of Dusk's mouth disappeared.

He stared blankly at the new email that popped up on his phone.

A string of unknown numbers was silently pushed to the top of the message bar on the phone.

【139.810635.7101】

The address is near Tokyo Tower...

As the best spy in the Western Kingdom, Dusk almost immediately got access to the world's high-tech equipment.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket and walked out of the hospital with a gentle look that belonged to "Lloyd Fudge".

He came into this world purely by chance.

After Arnia disappeared, he and Joel spent every day trying to figure out where their daughter and Bond had gone.Xiao Xiao plans to stop, and Eden once again warns them that if they are absent for one month in a semester, they will face the danger of being dismissed.

However, Ania's safety was what he was most worried about.

Of course he knows his daughter's character, although she is a little clever, sometimes she is very confused, and she is still so young, dusk is very worried that Ania will be bullied in a place he can't see, or meet bad people, even if it is just a little bit possible , would make him worry.

Probably the intuition point belonging to his father woke up at dusk. When he was packing up Ania's things and trying to find clues, he saw the two stars awarded to Ania by the Garden of Eden.

Before he could figure it out, he had already grabbed one of them.

The next second, he came to a closed room, and the two people inside panicked when they saw him, and the weapons in their hands were already aimed at Dusk.

"Damn it! Did you leak the news!" One of them shouted, "If I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

"I didn't! I have always been loyal to you! How could I do such a thing!"

The voices of the two people quarreled until dusk, and he tried to stabilize the emotions of the two: "Calm down... I am not hostile."

"Stop talking! I won't give up the two hundred million to you even if I die. It's just that a group of elementary school students were crushed to death. What's the fuss?" The man sneered and pressed the safety catch.

Elementary school students.

Twilight closed her eyes.

Arnia is also a child of this age.

The moment he pulled the trigger, he dodged in a panic, stepped forward in two or three steps, hit the man's upper jaw with a punch, twisted his wrist, folded it back forcefully, and slipped the wooden cang into his hand.

"...You said just now that you killed the child, right?"

His eyes were calm, and a terrifying storm was brewing in his blue eyes.

The man squirmed his lips, but couldn't speak.

Dusk took a deep breath, and mercifully moved the wooden barn aimed at the man's chest away: "It doesn't matter, now there is another option, to use the information you have to apologize."

He pulled the trigger, and the man ducked in terror.

"Just kidding." He curled the corner of his mouth, and the next second the bullet was ejected, hitting the side of his right thumb.

The scalding ballistic leaves a burnt smell,

Under the gaze of Mu Cangkou, the man reluctantly handed over the things in his hand.

"...Now, you can let me go."

Dusk didn't speak, he already knew what he wanted to know.

He knocked on the fireplace, pried open one of the dull-sounding bricks, and took out the contents.

The moment the bullet was fired, the man's pupils shrank and he subconsciously looked in this direction.

If it is not an important treasure, what is more awe-inspiring than life?

Seems to have guessed right.

The man's face was pale.

Dusk picked up the fired bullet unhurriedly: "What do you think?"

He shook the thing in his hand before the man's eyes, and stuffed it into his pocket, "The news leaked from you, do you think you still have a way out?"

He threw the gun in front of the man.

After a gunshot, the man never moved again.

His subordinates were already frightened, watching Dusk smooth the fluff along the texture of the carpet, then scrub the blood, remove the scorched marks caused by the wooden warehouse, and finally walked in front of him.

Those years and countless missions in the field had finally given him something different.

"I want to make a deal with you."

The man who looked down from a high place made his subordinates tremble. Those blue eyes were like a ghost crawling out of hell, and he couldn't help but give him the right to say no.

Dusk needed more information, so he made a deal with the Japanese police.

Because of the lack of undercover agents, he followed suit and joined the Black Organization.

The document as a nomination certificate was wantonly popular in Japan, and successfully pushed one of the people who had been placed at the top of the government to the foreground, and Gin was very satisfied with him.

Since he is a very optimistic newcomer, it is only natural to partner with the old members of the organization and send out important tasks.

Evening did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The power of the Black Organization is immeasurable, and now is the critical time to try to gain the trust of the organization.

The young man named Bourbon had light blond hair like him: "You're late."

"Sorry." Dusk smiled apologetically.

He was not late, and even arrived at the destination two hours earlier, stepping on it a little earlier, in order to be able to exchange that key information in the next task.

This is not the world he is familiar with. Surveillance makes everything invisible. He must be extra careful when fighting on a home field that is not his.

Especially since he had to find Arnia in this dangerous situation.

Bourbon couldn't deny it: "Let's go."

The guitar bag on his back contained heavy weapons that he hadn't touched for a long time.

Dusk himself was carrying Beth's bag, with a kind smile on his face: "Okay."

They were dressed like young people playing hippies.

Bourbon looked away.

It's been years since I last saw this outfit, and it's unpleasant to think about.

The mission went well.

After Yi Mucang killed the opponent's leader, the remaining people seemed to have realized the situation that would happen, and the assistant hurried into the car with the bag.

Bourbon Kazuki poked at the front wheel of the car and forced the car to stop.

After finishing his disguise at dusk, he took out the wooden box from his bag and stuffed it into his pocket. He quickly tore off the colorful shirt he was wearing, revealing the black shirt underneath. He buckled on his sunglasses and rushed downstairs. Breathing calmly, he said to the flustered assistant with a serious expression: "I am the person sent by my husband, you can rest assured, this is the certificate."

He flicked his wrist, revealing a specially shaped watch.

It is indeed the watch that the leader often wears, and all confidential documents are stored in this watch.Besides, it's not that he has never seen the person in front of him before. This is the old housekeeper of the leader's house, and he holds high regard.

The assistant was taken aback, the suitcase in his hand had been easily taken away by Dusk.

Seeing that he didn't move, the people around him didn't dare to make a move.

"I will deliver it to Madam safely." Dusk nodded in greeting.

Turning the corner of the street, he pried open the box and replaced the documents inside with those hidden in the wooden warehouse.

He went upstairs again and put the box in front of Bourbon.

"Good job." Bourbon laughed.

The cooperation between the two can be called a tacit understanding, and there is even a strange sense of familiarity.Dusk shook off the subtle emotions in his heart, continued to pull out the face of a "organization newcomer", and followed Boben taciturnly.

[To be able to grasp so much information in such a short period of time is really not easy for a newcomer. 】

[Is this the confidence of the organization... Both the execution ability and the accuracy of aiming are far beyond ordinary people, so don't take it lightly. 】

The two harboring ghosts walked downstairs in silence.

Bourbon wanted to try it out. In the corridor, he made a sudden move, and the wind of his fist rushed towards Dusk's face!

However, Dusk had expected it long ago, turned his head to one side, dodged his attack, raised his right hand, and slammed hard at Bourbon's abdomen.

The cold wooden barn was aimed at his forehead, Dusk did not miss the flash of hatred in his eyes.

"The joke is a bit too much." He deliberately mentioned it in a relaxed tone.

Bourbon: "It was my fault."

He put down the wooden bin in his hand.

Both of them deliberately kept their hands. After withdrawing their weapons and fists, they stopped talking and returned to silence.

They are members of the Black Organization, but each has their own secrets.

Before meeting with the organization's informants, Bourbon was the first to say: "I'll do it."

The suitcase was in his hands.

The guitar bag was pushed aside, against the suitcase.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but fortunately, they were not talkative people, even if they could chat, they shouldn't be chatting in this kind of place.

Dusk quietly looked at the man in front of him.

Bourbon, a member of the organization, is 29 years old. He is excellent in spear and physical skills...

He froze for a moment, and suddenly noticed a strange scratch on the cuff of his shirt.

Like a dog, but also like a cat, the childish brushwork brings him a strange sense of familiarity.

Where did you see it?Surely he can remember——

He couldn't help asking: "This graffiti..."

Bourbon was taken aback, subconsciously rolled up his cuffs a few times, and said perfunctorily, "It was drawn by accident."

"Children at home?"

Bourbon pretended to be nonchalant: "No, it's a kid from the workplace. I think it's interesting."

【Oops, I hurriedly grabbed a suitable dress and went out, but I didn't expect Ania to draw on it! 】

He looked at him warily: "Don't try to disturb my current character."

Bourbon warned.

"Oh." Dusk replied absently.

The box was put behind Bourbon.

Before leaving, Bourbon put the guitar case on his back first, and then carried the suitcase in his hand again.

They stuffed the suitcase under the second-to-last seat in the last row of the train station.

Dusk's eyes flashed across the handle of the suitcase.

The box is different. The original pattern of the handle is 3.2 cm, but now it is 3.1 cm.

At the same time, Bourbon's eyes met his.

The file is different. This file is prepared by the colleagues of the police to transfer it into the hands of their mission targets.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, seeing the same shock in each other's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, an outrageous idea appeared in their minds.

Good guy, you are also an undercover agent!